A Gruesome Scene

Yesterday my person found a smear of blood on the counter, next to an overturned toaster. She asked my other person about it but he didn't know anything. Then she looked me over, especially at my feet, but still couldn't figure it out. This morning after I pestered her and she got out of bed, she saw that there was blood on the floor by her side of the bed and on the curtain. She got a flashlight and looked under the bed. Then she said "That is so disgusting!!" I put two mice that I killed under there. Heh. My person thinks that I caught a mouse in the kitchen and then wrestled it into the bedroom. She is not sure where the second one came from. I'm not saying.

Let me tell you about the new rug

One morning my person was looking at the floor and noticed some scratches. The scratches were from my nails, when I dig them into the floor to get traction to run faster. Some of the scratches are several inches long and show how I skid around and how wide apart my toes are. My people got worried and made an "emergency carpet purchase." This worked out great, because I LOVE the carpet. I lounge on it all the time. I sit in the middle and my people play tennis ball and ping-pong ball with me. The carpet is near my scratching post, so I can go back and forth between scratching my post and rolling on the carpet. My fur is all over the carpet, and so is what my person calls "Milo debris."